The smell of the trees
The earth; so soft
I fall to my knees as the moon shines aloft
My fingers in dirt
The sweet smell of freshness
My eyes start to hurt
With the tingle of wetness
The tears hit my dress
The black silk that brings terror
My thoughts are a mess
He knows of his error
He will never again
See my pain nor my fear
My choice is now clear
And I shed my last tear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Malorie, you are a good poet, indeed.Im so sorry for your loss.Keep writin Malorie!